I sat in the sterile waiting room, the weight of the doctor’s words pressing down on me. $500,000. The number echoed in my mind, a hollow, impossible figure.
The cost of saving Vincent’s life was a sum so far out of reach, I could barely comprehend it. My heart raced, my hands trembling as I tried to process everything. He was there, fighting for his life, and all I could do was wait and hope for a miracle.
Suddenly, Emily rushed into the room. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with panic as she looked at me. She quickly approached, her hands shaking as she grabbed my shoulders.
“Nora! " What’s going on? " What happened to Vincent?” she asked, her voice frantic. “I heard what happened. Is he okay? What’s going on with him?”
I opened my mouth, but for a moment, no words came out. I was
